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Wretchedly Awake

by Aaron Blair

One day, it will be different.
I won't wake up unimpressed with consciousness,
with a shadow behind my eyes
and an ache in my wrists.
This is the promise I make to myself,
the string I pull to move my body,
to force my limbs to rise out of the bed.
The truth is, I see what is beautiful in life.
I despair of it. A blue sky turns black.
I can never do anything to change that.
Today, there are six days until my lover's birthday.
I remember the boy he was.
He had hope before I ground him down.
Weary from his toils, he sleeps,
and he does not dream of me.
Lying next to him in the dark,
wretchedly awake, I hate us both.

10/18/2011

Posted on 10/18/2011
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